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icewear vezzo - high fashion lyrics

[verse 1]
off drugs, yeah, percocets and mud, it feel the same
way high up in the clouds, when i come down, i feel the pain
drop the top on ‘rari and dawn, look at the sun, just see the rain
jewelry box look like i sell whole lot of pounds, go chain for chain, huh
send pills up to the sticks, the traphouse jump like james and wade
i’m a boss for real and rich, but get you slumped, better play your lane
i been tossin’ up some bricks, we got old chicken, that’s raising cane’s
take care the fam like damon wayans, do my own stunts, i’m david blaine (uh)
got a baddie i want bad, but she too messy, so i can’t tеll her
tryna do right by my wife, but i get tеmpted, these hoes the devil
hmm, got a passion for them clothes, you know how fast you make mine jealous
sn+tch the dog food out the press, it look like pepsi soon as it settle
uh, had to go back independent, major labels controlling n+ggas
had to make a finsta ’cause i see all these hoes exposing n+ggas
threw the boogers in my watch like i got cold, ain’t know the n+gga
i got ‘bows, the lowest tickets, at my shows, we pulling biggest

[chorus]
uh, high fashion
yeah, high fashion, hmm
bottega, chanel, and pucci, that’s high fashion
got draco sittin’ in louis, i like high fashion
that money, it give me wings
them teslas give me wings
that ice, it give me wings
them diamonds, it give me wings
good p+ssy, it give me wings
pop xanax, i get wings
got some dog sh+t on me now
a million cash, b+tch, i got wings
[post+chorus]
high fashion
high fashion
uh, high fashion
all this dog sh+t, b+tch, we cashin’

[verse 2]
i ain’t letting no n+gga trick me off the streets, we play for keeps
drive the rover from time to time, but the srt to get a to b
spot slow when ain’t no cut, but you know that fetty’ll make it beat
i sold drugs while they was scammers, i swear these n+ggas be tryna cheat, huh
got a carti’ bracelet bust, used to have the watch ’til they made them cheap
ain’t no roxies in the streets ’cause all the doctors made ’em geeks (huh)
pour the wocky up with quagen, b+tch, i need options to make me sleep
popped a perc’, like two or three, then i hit that p+ssy and make it leak
that ain’t really a richard mille that’s on your wrist, you over+whoopin’
n+gga touch a piece of lint on one of my kicks, we over+shootin’
yeah, big ballin’ on these n+ggas, this sh+t ain’t fail, we over+hoopin’
thirty racks on clothes at louis, hit somerset, just go to gucci, uh

- icewear vezzo lyrics

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